20061212

my daily tarot consistently tells me that i have my head in the clouds, & it's time i plant these feet on terra firma.i sayfuck my dailytarot.

the stars are aligned in somebody else's favor these days. this game's not made for winningyeti'm willing to play it.

okay, enough cryptic shit.

todayi learned that i'm no good with love.i don't know how to & frankly i don't wanna.i'll use time as my "excuse".what i said in my last blog is true: i'm learning to mix selectivity with my whimsy.i ain't got time to be gabbin on the phone.i ain't got time to "waste" out in the streets.i don't have time to sell dreams, cuz i'm chasin my own.i'm no good with love cuz love is no good with me.it doesn't call when it says it will.it doesn't fuck me long & hard enough.it doesn't make me wanna be a better person.